Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

- I'm fine. - You're not. You're all sore and limpy.

Oh, that's right. Hide your blushing eyes.

It's a fracture. It's gonna take some time.

The hurry is I left Dawn all night. And don't call me "love".

But I got my rocks back. You felt something last night.

Maybe she doesn't need to be monitored.

Did. You raised hell with your magics.

Buffy called. She's going straight from the Magic Box to do some patrolling.

Sleeping? She sick?

reptiles with gills.

Willow, you're using too much magic. You want me to just keep my mouth shut?

Rack! Rack, it's my turn.

It was good. But you should have had something.

Dawnie! Dawnie, don't.

It's downtown. I'm not sure where it would be tonight exactly...

Where is everyone?

It won't happen again, I promise.

Don't be ridiculous. Martha Stewart isn't a demon.

Then tell me where this place is and I won't.

You taste like strawberries.

That's it! I want you out of my life. Out of my work, out of my home...

- It's OK. He's not real. - Seems real. Very real.

Now, I admit it. You've had me by the short hairs.

I don't see why you have to run off so quick.

Are you sure you're all right? I'm sorry about everything.

you're bent. Yeah, and it made you scream, didn't it?

- Or you could do it the hard way. - Spatulas are for wimps.